Hey F,
We haven’t spoken in two months and 17 days. I cried on the plane, I cried in the airport, and I cry myself to sleep every night. Time will heal they say, but somehow I am hurting more day after day.
I am a serial dater now, I kiss strangers, just to pretend for one second that it is you I am kissing, going to bed every night hoping I’d see you in my dreams, but you appeared just once, and it is not enough.
I look for pieces of you in every guy I meet, don’t know why…as if I’ll manage to build a puzzle out of them. It is my secret hobby now: comparing, looking, searching for you in other people, places…
Why is my hometown always associated with you? Your car, our talks, your hand on my cheek. Everything feels right around you. Absolutely everything.
I want to call, I want to talk to you. Hear your smooth voice, your amazing laugh, but this so called relationship of ours is so overdue.
I am sorry for hurting you, I am so sorry.
I love you more than words can describe. All I want is you to be happy and to find the one who won’t leave you, like I did.
Be happy, my love.

I’ll try to let go, and hope your future love will love you as much as I do.

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